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Won't You Run Away With Me Chapter 1

ITS ABOUT HELION AND LOA!!! IM EXCITED FOR MYSELF

tw: noncon (not graphic)

short chapter, 1K words

Summary: Based on Helion's conversation with the IC in ACOWAR, what happened between Helion and Lady of the Autumn court (because ms sarah janet maas takes two years to finish a book and I cannot wait for her big reveal and no one wrote a fic on this so i'm doing it)

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CHAPTER 1: BEFORE THE WAR

“I heard her family wanted internal ties to power, and that they didn’t give her a choice before they sold her to Beron.” - Helion to Mor, ACOWAR

The fire in her blood is her damnation, for she was about to become the Lady of Autumn, the pretty, silent wife to Beron Vanserra.

There was no choice in the matter really, her father needed the political alliance that came from selling his youngest daughter to the cruel High Lord of Autumn. No matter that she was just 20- a child, barely past her first bleed- and Beron was nearly a century old. And war… war was looming, and her parents certainly couldn’t afford for their alliances with the High Lord to drift. She begged her family for more time, to wait just a few years.

-

“I’ll find another High Lord to marry,” she had pleaded on her knees, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Her father sneered, the room heating with his rage. “What do you know about alliances? To be married to Beron Vanserra, what more could a female like you want?” She flinched. What more could a girl like you want. Love! She wanted to scream. I want to marry the male I love! But what did she know? Her sisters, watching behind a half closed door, looked at her with eyes full of pity and knowing. Knowing, for the male she had met at the equinox ball who had charmed her with his warm smile and bright eyes. The son of the High Lord of the Day Court. Helion Spellcleaver. Her father barely gave his weeping daughter another look before winnowing out of the room. He did not notice the crumpled letter she held in her hands and the unfamiliar necklace hidden beneath her dress. He did not wait for her to reveal the male that has been courting her for almost a year. She threw the letter into the fireplace and weeped. The fire eagerly swallowed up the letter. A declaration of love, a promise turned into ash. - The wedding is a relatively quiet ceremony with just Beron’s most important lords. The commoners would hear of this later, through an official proclamation. It was a relief that no one else would witness her humiliation, though she supposed no one really cared who she was as long as she kept Beron happy.

That was her job now, to keep a high lord happy. To look pretty, have a few children and pray and hope the lord would not tire of her too soon. She supposed there were worst things in the world. Beron’s servants were silent as they prepared her for the wedding, they kept their eyes down, deft hands dressing her without so much as an extra glance for the female marrying their high lord. Perhaps they were glad that with her as Beron’s wife, he would be otherwise occupied, in the bedroom at least.

She was not oblivious to Beron’s temper and the commoners’-- and rest of the court for that matter-- contempt toward Beron. For good reason too, she had heard of how he treated his servant, and how he ensured that people who spoke against him promptly disappeared. The few times she had gone to the countryside were even worse- though she secretly agreed that the farmers’ outright hatred for the lord was justified- they were paid barely more than what it took them to buy their crops, while Beron and other lords in the capital were drowning in finery and wasting the food that should’ve gone to the hungry people.

She was also under no illusion that the lord would grow to feel even an inkling of love for her, knew that she was nothing but a prized breeding mare. She wanted to ask the servant girls how they survived, how she could survive. But as the servants finished putting her hair into twist on her head, the words stuck in her throat. She gave them a thankful nod, and looked in the mirror. She did not recognize who stared back. She was led out by an armed sentry, as she looked back at the servant girls, she was surprised to find that there were tears brimming in their eyes. The girls caught her staring and promptly looked down, expressionless once again. She wondered whether someday she would look like that too.

Suddenly, she couldn’t help but wish that a certain amber eyed male would come a save her.

- She did not remember what happened exactly during the ceremony other than the murmured thanks to the halfhearted congratulations thrown her way. She had been lost in a crowd of lords trying to gain Beron’s favor, the dress making it her for her to disappear back into her room.

Her room.

She did not share a room with the lord, even now that they’re married. Beron had barely spared her a second glance after the crowds had dispersed. He winnowed away to cauldron knows where, as if he could barely stand the sight of her. It was a sentry who saw her confused expression and led her to her room, then told her that Beron would seek her out when he wished. Or she would be summoned to the High Lord’s quarters.

To be summoned like a dog. She almost let slip. But the sentry did not deserve her anger. So she simply nodded her thanks and went into her room.

-- The first night was the hardest. Beron had, in fact, seeked her out. She did not make a sound as Beron made her undress. She did not let out the tears that threatened to spill out. She did not let herself feel what was happening. But it was afterward when the door slammed shut and she was left alone in that cold, unfamiliar bed that she realized, truly realized, that this was her life now. She was the High Lord’s possession, his to treat however he wished.

And there was not one damn thing she could do about it.

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ToG spoiler alert

I do not accept the fact that Aelin lost her powers forging the lock and banishing the Gods. As far as I’m concerned, Aelin still has her full powers. Humph. 

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#4

Am I the only person that ships The Darkling with Alina?

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#3

"Arobynn once told me that second place was just a nice name for first loser."

-Celaena Sardothien

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#2

"She wasn't fated for anything. Not anymore. "

-Throne of Glass, Chapter 6

it hits differently when you're rereading

bye i'll just go sob in a corner y'all

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We all loved Maven at some point

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YOU ALL I JUST FOUND OUT THAT JOHN GREEN WAS DRIVEN OFF TUMBLR SEVEN YEARS AGO AND TUMBLR LOST ONE OF ITS MOST HUMOROUS PERSON TO A C0️⃣#ᴷ POST

you all horny childish idiots....

Happy Birthday my sweet imaginary BFF Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen.

You're not real [fandom explodes] but ily

Everybody stop what your doing !!!

Its AELIN ASHRYVER WHITETHORN GALATHYNIUS' birthday today <3 <3 <3

ok you can keep scrolling now :)

Aelin Week Day 2: The Magic of Friendship ✨

Uhmm somehow I spent 17 hours on this 🥴

I haven’t drawn most of them before so it was really hard to get them looking somewhat like in my imagination and I’m not happy with some of them :// but I spent a lot of time today just to color it and now I’m exhausted

Also if you want to do some coloring of your own you can totally save the lineart and color it in, I know how relaxing that is :)))

The walls pushed in on me. The quiet, the guards, the stares. What I’d seen at the Tithe today. “I’m drowning,” I managed to say. “I am drowning. And the more you do this, the more guards … You might as well be shoving my head under the water.” I cried out, instinct taking over as his power blasted through the room.”

“Does Tamlin? Does he ever ask you why you hurl your guts up every night, or why you can’t go into certain rooms or see certain colors?” “He locked you up because he knew—the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.”

“But I forgot to tell him,” I said quietly, opening the door, “that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key.” I shrugged. “He was the one who let me out.”

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i think that we're too busy talking about how "problematic" it is that Rhys didnt tell Feyre her baby could kill her that we don't appreciate how gut wrenching the scene where Feyre almost dies is. Like look at these quotes:

“But Rhys was crying, and tears began pouring down Mor’s face as she gazed at the silent babe in her arms. And then Madja swore, and Rhys— Rhys began screaming.”

“Rhys began shaking his head, his power a palpable, rising wave that could destroy them all, destroy the world if it meant Feyre was no longer in it, even if he only had seconds to live beyond her”

HE LOVES HER SO MUCH. the most powerful high lord started screaming and crying and about to destroy the world because his mate and child was going die and I simply cannot handle this amount of angst (jokes sjm pls give me more angst)

"and this is for Lidia"

Me manifesting a scene in cc3 where Ruhn beats the shit out of Pollux

ok this is impossible but what if Eris ask his mother where she wants to go and she's like... "Day Court".

Or like LoA's just like "Take me to the High Lord of the Day" and Eris's just like cAlLeD iT

Can we get more headcanons?💕💕💕

SURE THING. This is more of one big headcanon that I may or may not turn into a fic, idk.

-Once Beron is unalived, Eris is freaked out when he realizes how many courtiers and foreign dignitaries are after his MOTHER. She’s beautiful, graceful, and has been proven to be fertile, so these powerful gross dudes descend on the new high lord like locusts, negotiating for her hand in marriage.

- Eris is like (ง'̀-'́)ง “leave my mom alone u freaks” but the badgering doesn’t STOP.

-LoA decides to take an extended holiday to ease the pressure on her son and to give him a good, nonviolent excuse to turn down the aggravating courtiers who want to visit and bring gifts.

-Her grand tour of Prythian has been carefully planned so that she visits Summer, Winter, Dawn, and Night. Spring is out of the question because of the monster bear man person having an existential crisis, and as for Day…well. LoA’s courage is failing her in this one, tiny regard.

-This all goes completely tits up, of course. LoA arrives at Summer and Tarquin is like…uhhh yeah, so we are actually on our way to Day to stage an intervention because Helion is being a drama queen and is looking for a bride so that he can get an heir. It’s turned into this whole contest where all these ladies from every court have been competing with each other for WEEKS while Helion peacocks around and doesn’t make a decision.

-LoA: INTERNAL SCREAMING

-She asks to tag along because there’s no avoiding the fact that she’s going to have to tell her ex that he does, in fact, have an heir and he’s going to have to tell his new wife “hey just kidding” when she expects to be the mother of his next in line.

-She’s not sure what she’s expecting when she gets there, but it’s actual CHAOS. These women are just absolutely savaging each other for the chance to get alone time with the High Lord, who is mysteriously absent. There have been incidents with hair being cut in the middle of the night, belongings being set on fire, and cat fights during brunch. LoA is horrified.

-Exasperated, she hunts down Helion in his hiding place, intent on telling him to come out and deal with this buffoonery. She has to stifle her joy at how 💀💀💀 he is when he sees her. Instead, she absolutely lays into him for creating such a spectacle with no intention of carrying through. She’s so exasperated that she asks him why he doesn’t just pick one who is happy and willing to be the next Lady of Day and have done with it.

-Helion tells her quietly that she knows why. LoA tries DESPERATELY to harden her heart so that she can take him to task and then tell him about the grouchy red headed surprise she has for him.

-Loa: 😡😡😡

-Helion: 🥺🥺🥺

-Anyway, it all goes tits up (again) and they make out. LoA is like “I really need to tell u something” and Helion is like “sure okay later” and OH BOY is that going to be a fun conversation.

-All of the contestants for Helion’s Bachelor season are disappointed, but quickly cheer up when they notice Tarquin, who flees the scene screaming.

It’s so beautiful I wish they would’ve gotten together